Mystery Makes Me Strong

After seeing the old man stunned, Gawayne kindly explained:

"Doing papers is a kind of immigration exam. It's just that the threshold is a moral test. Only those who pass the moral character can immigrate to Dongzhou."

"Hmph, morality test? Humans are best at deceiving animals. What a cunning fox, it's a complete insult to foxes." The old man snorted coldly and smoked his cigarette again.

Gawain was taken aback for a moment, he didn't speak any more, but stared at the old man carefully.

I don't know how long it has passed, a picture emerged from the opponent's body.

This is an upgraded version of the power of prophecy, not only can see the future, but also see the past.

And seeing the past is easier, more detailed, and certainly more accurate.

The burning house, the smoke billowing, just looking at the picture, makes people feel difficult to breathe.

The old man covered in blood stood in front of the two dying women.

Opposite him was a young man with an indifferent face.

"Why are you ungrateful, why are you a white-eyed wolf? Obviously we gave you the alien species!" the old man roared hoarsely.

"Because I don't want to help those boring ordinary people. They were the white-eyed wolves first. I saved people in the front, but someone behind me tried to kill me and take away my alien species. I just recreated what they did. Do it again." The indifferent young man said lightly.

"You are an adult, why can't you distinguish the relationship between all and special cases? White-eyed wolves are only a very small minority, and most people still know how to be grateful." The old man's voice was slightly lowered, as if he understood the young man.

"You are wrong, I have studied group psychology. Most people don't know anything, they just follow the information and the winners. The information tells them what, who the winner is, and they will go to whoever. This is a group of people who are not worth it. Saved people. They are garbage, weeds, and their only value is to produce a large number of samples for natural selection to select excellent apple trees like me." The young man shook his head.

The old man was silent.

There was disappointment and pain in his eyes.

He seemed to know that no matter what he said, it was impossible to redeem the young man's betrayal.

"Haha, haha, so it turns out, everything I do is useless!"

The old man seemed crazy.

He used his head to hit the burning wooden post.

"We don't ask different species to produce good people, but we ask good people to get different species..."

The old man yelled frantically while hitting it!

"It turns out that good people can also become bad people!"

"Is there any transcendent in the world who doesn't go bad?"

The indifferent young man glanced at him, did not make a move, but dropped a sentence: "You are not innocent, nor stupid. You want to control the extraordinary. However, extraordinary itself means uncontrollable."

Then he turned and walked away.

He seemed to think that a crazy old man would not hinder him if he stayed.

After he left, the old man immediately grabbed the two dying women behind him, one big and one small, and rushed out of the flames.

Cunning old man, or old man's wisdom.

Face, acting skills... both sincere and false.

Gawayne understood why the old man was so hostile and wary of him.

If he hadn't provided information about the granary, the other party would not have let him in.

The other party has such a past, no matter how much he helps, the other party will not give him a corresponding reward, but will only kick him away at the end.

If he wanted to get what the ants suggested, he had to change his mind.

Can it only rely on transactions?

What is it that the other party cares about the most?

From past information, there is only one thing.

He didn't say it right away, but sorted out his language carefully.

"Dinner is ready, Father Maple." The team leader who had just brought Gawayne over came over to greet the old man.

"go to eat."

The old man pressed the cigarette to death, got up slowly, and walked to a large bungalow.

Gawayne followed closely.

The others didn't make any moves, but still looked at him with vigilant eyes.

The cafeteria is very rich today.

Canned luncheon meat mixed with green vegetables, three bowls per person.

"Don't eat too much, be careful not to stretch it." The old man said one after another, kicking some people's ass from time to time.

"It's okay, Dad, I haven't had a good meal for several days."

After the old man sat down at an empty table, food was served to him soon.

Gawayne sat down, too, and he was served.

He took a few bites and said suddenly: "I know what you want, you want to control the extraordinary. I can help you."

"Then what do you want?"

"A heterogeneous species that suits me." After seeing the scene just now, Gawayne understood why the red ant asked him to come here.

"Sure enough. Alien species is really the ultimate version of money and power. It can turn fathers and sons against each other, separate husbands and wives, and make loyal ministers betray...it's really an unknown thing." The old man's tone was completely predictable.

"It can also protect the weak, suppress disasters, and stabilize order." Gawayne continued.

"Okay, I am willing to trade, but you have to talk about your method first." The old man said directly.

"Yes," Gawain said without any concealment, "Have you ever studied history? How did human beings put money and power in cages?"

"I only have a junior high school diploma, and McCann's history is only two or three hundred years old." The old man said unhappily.

"Okay, I can tell you about it."

"Tell me, it seems that my physical education teacher, who died a long time ago, is right. The homework owed will always be paid back in the future."

Gawayne smiled, and continued:

"People in the past were ignorant and ignorant, and knowledge was limited to a few people. Knowledge is power. Those who monopolize knowledge can monopolize power and money."

"Later, with the advancement of technology, the cost of printing books has been greatly reduced. People know the facts and find that there is nothing surprising about the knowledge. As long as they are willing to learn, the aristocrats who claim to be the gods of power are not as smart as ordinary people."

"So the people demanded the sharing of power, and those who couldn't satisfy this point began to rebel."

"Later, there were various contract theories, and various ruling systems were rotated one after another. In the end, it was discovered that the most stable ruling system is to let the common people choose..."

"Did you understand?"

"Understood, are you saying that only by fully civilianizing the extraordinary power can the extraordinary be truly restricted?" the old man thought.

"Exactly. Otherwise, we can only forcibly separate civilians and superhumans just like the Dongzhou people. The superhumans of the same level live and organize together. The previous stable ruling system." Gawayne said with a smile.

"Mage system, cultivation system, that's how it is. It seems that someone has thought of this a long time ago." The old man suddenly realized.

"Yes, but the same approach may not be completely applicable. McCanns don't like too many constraints, and there are a large number of extraordinary people who like to pretend to be aggressive and photogenic in front of ordinary people, especially superheroes... ...What people from Dongzhou do may not work in McCann." Gawayne shook his head.

"Hmph, how can there be McCann now? There is only radioactive wasteland." The old man said harshly.

It seems that he is going to imitate Dongzhou's practice.